I remember glimpses of you growing up, but not glimpses of you at my softballs games or my volleyball games or any of my track meets.Not glimpses of y..
To the one i let get away, you warned me this would happen...That there would come a day i'd realized what i had lost and that i'll miss you more than..
This poem is just a short poem I wrote in my free time one day when my friend had asked me what it was like to have anxiety and I couldn't give her th..
I once knew a little girl, but she wasn't so little.You see, she wore short skirts and crop tops and gold hoop earing that screamed hoochie mama.She w..